User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs, Tribes And Clans Of Redwall/@comment-3135907-20110805190407

"Why not just hand him over to the cook so he can start scrubbin' now?" Florry asks. "Whatever. C'mon, Nashan." The two head to the Abbey itself and head inside. "Any supper for a couple of travelers with a heavy burden?" she calls. A squirrel named Cotfy comes bustling out of the kitchens. "Oh, Florry, you're here! Come get a great hug from your auntie Cotfy!" The chubby squirrelmarm hugs her niece warmly and shows her to the kitchens. "You're a lit'le late f'supper, dear- just take what you wish, and Nashan too. How are you, Nashan? Growing, I see. Grab a tart or three, little dears. Speaking of tarts...Oh! My tarts are burning!" The squirrel races to the ovens, aided by several cooks.